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Day after

Friday, December 09, 2005


I was asked how I was doing today and I said I could be better. I don't really know what to say. Too much energy is being used to stop myself from calling. I constantly need something to keep me busy now and I'm starting to run out of things to do. It funny the last time I was in this type of situation, I remember it was almost a release but this time it feels like cutting out a part of my body. I have to give myself credit though; I think I went through the day with no sign that something was wrong with me. It reminds me of this song I listen to when I was a kid call the great pretender. Ladies and gentlemen, its the great pretender.

Jee Yuan

The Great Pretender

Oh yes, Im the great pretender
Pretending that Im doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
Im lonely but no one can tell

Oh yes, Im the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game but to my real shame
You left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel when my heart cant conceive

Oh, yes, Im the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what Im not, you see
Im wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that youre still around

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel when my heart cant conceive

Oh, yes, Im the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what Im not, you see
Im wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that youre still around


posted by Storm
12:06 AM

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